own advocate.
I stopped my downward spiral and didn’t go back to the sex club. It was kind of fun to experiment but I knew that Jackson was waiting for me and I didn’t need to have kinky sex with someone that didn’t matter. I started responding to his texts and we’d formed more of a friendship than we’d had before. Our first conversation since the night I called him was pretty intense.
Jackson: I know you won’t answer me but I still feel the need to let you know that I am thinking about you.
Me: I think about you too.
Jackson: I didn’t think you were ever going to answer me.
Me: I’m sorry. I just needed time.
Jackson: I could have been there for you. You don’t have to do everything alone.
Me: I needed to know that I was strong.
Jackson: Relying on someone else doesn’t mean you’re weak.
Me: I know. But I had to realize that on my own. I needed to know that I wanted to be with you for the right reasons.
Jackson: It was so hard to see you like that over and over again. Every where I looked there was a picture of you looken beaten and alone.
Me: I needed to make sure that everyone saw. I need everyone to be on my side.
Jackson: Well, I think you’ve accomplished that goal. Brett is the most hated man in America.
Me: It’s nice to have so much support. I always knew that you were there if I needed you and I appreciate you keeping your distance.
Jackson: I just had to make sure I was just out of sight, and not out of mind.
Me: You were never far from my thoughts.
Jackson: Or you from mine.
It almost seemed a little too easy that Jackson was so perfect. He wanted me and was willing to wait for me to get my shit together. I knew that a relationship with him wouldn’t be easy or simple, but I hoped it would be worth it. He was dangerous and I saw a lot of parallels to Brett and the life he’d turned to that got him landed in jail. I didn’t judge him for the decisions he made but I worried that I was jumping out of the pan and into the fire.
Chapter Eleven
I was awakened Thursday with the terrifying news that Brett had been released the night before. I was worried what that would mean for me. I couldn’t believe the police had waited so long to call me. He was in hiding by now, for sure.
Me: He’s out, Jack. He’s going to come after me, I just know it.
Jackson: I’m coming over.
Me: You can’t. You know the press will be parked outside all day anticipating some new drama. They can’t know we’re connected.
Jackson: I’ll send over one of my guys. No one will ever know he is there.
It was such a relief to know that I had Jack and could count on him. I wasn’t completely comfortable with Jackson’s business and all of the unknowns that went along with it, but I couldn’t deny that knowing he had guys that could handle Brett, or anyone he sent after me, helped calm me down.
I’d hoped the day wouldn’t come, but I had a feeling that Brett would be released. There was only so much the police could do when the defense was so determined and had the kind of resources that legal routes didn’t. I wasn’t sure what they’d done or said to get him out but I had a feeling it wasn’t good for the case against him.
I went about my day as normally as possible. I was scheduled to meet with the director of the women’s shelter about organizing a charity event. I had so many ideas and I was thrilled to be involved. I’d gone to enough society events to know more than a fair share about parties. Everywhere I went I was surrounded by reporters just waiting for a story. I guessed even they knew that Brett would probably try to come after me. They yelled and hounded me trying to get me to make a statement for their news segments. I understood that they had a job to do, but they were such a pain in my ass. The reporters ensured that wherever Brett was, if he had TV
I stopped my downward spiral and didn’t go back to the sex club. It was kind of fun to experiment but I knew that Jackson was waiting for me and I didn’t need to have kinky sex with someone that didn’t matter. I started responding to his texts and we’d formed more of a friendship than we’d had before. Our first conversation since the night I called him was pretty intense.
Jackson: I know you won’t answer me but I still feel the need to let you know that I am thinking about you.
Me: I think about you too.
Jackson: I didn’t think you were ever going to answer me.
Me: I’m sorry. I just needed time.
Jackson: I could have been there for you. You don’t have to do everything alone.
Me: I needed to know that I was strong.
Jackson: Relying on someone else doesn’t mean you’re weak.
Me: I know. But I had to realize that on my own. I needed to know that I wanted to be with you for the right reasons.
Jackson: It was so hard to see you like that over and over again. Every where I looked there was a picture of you looken beaten and alone.
Me: I needed to make sure that everyone saw. I need everyone to be on my side.
Jackson: Well, I think you’ve accomplished that goal. Brett is the most hated man in America.
Me: It’s nice to have so much support. I always knew that you were there if I needed you and I appreciate you keeping your distance.
Jackson: I just had to make sure I was just out of sight, and not out of mind.
Me: You were never far from my thoughts.
Jackson: Or you from mine.
It almost seemed a little too easy that Jackson was so perfect. He wanted me and was willing to wait for me to get my shit together. I knew that a relationship with him wouldn’t be easy or simple, but I hoped it would be worth it. He was dangerous and I saw a lot of parallels to Brett and the life he’d turned to that got him landed in jail. I didn’t judge him for the decisions he made but I worried that I was jumping out of the pan and into the fire.
Chapter Eleven
I was awakened Thursday with the terrifying news that Brett had been released the night before. I was worried what that would mean for me. I couldn’t believe the police had waited so long to call me. He was in hiding by now, for sure.
Me: He’s out, Jack. He’s going to come after me, I just know it.
Jackson: I’m coming over.
Me: You can’t. You know the press will be parked outside all day anticipating some new drama. They can’t know we’re connected.
Jackson: I’ll send over one of my guys. No one will ever know he is there.
It was such a relief to know that I had Jack and could count on him. I wasn’t completely comfortable with Jackson’s business and all of the unknowns that went along with it, but I couldn’t deny that knowing he had guys that could handle Brett, or anyone he sent after me, helped calm me down.
I’d hoped the day wouldn’t come, but I had a feeling that Brett would be released. There was only so much the police could do when the defense was so determined and had the kind of resources that legal routes didn’t. I wasn’t sure what they’d done or said to get him out but I had a feeling it wasn’t good for the case against him.
I went about my day as normally as possible. I was scheduled to meet with the director of the women’s shelter about organizing a charity event. I had so many ideas and I was thrilled to be involved. I’d gone to enough society events to know more than a fair share about parties. Everywhere I went I was surrounded by reporters just waiting for a story. I guessed even they knew that Brett would probably try to come after me. They yelled and hounded me trying to get me to make a statement for their news segments. I understood that they had a job to do, but they were such a pain in my ass. The reporters ensured that wherever Brett was, if he had TV
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